Chapter 114 Bitter Notice
Chapter 114
Lyra's POV.
"Open it!" Rosa's voice rang out sharply.
I flinched a bit, not because I was scared but because of the urgency in her command. Like she was an agent of bad news.
My vision glued to her face as she handed me a note. I watched her as she walked back to her seat.
Rosa's face was tense , really tense like had broken some pack rules. Like I was holding a banished letter or a death sentence.
But this wasn't an official letter. There was no stamp on it. No fancy seal like the important letters usually had.
I stared at Rosa, trying to understand. My eyes searched her face, looking for a clue. What was in this note? Why did she look so worried?
But Rosa just looked back at me. She leaned back in her chair. Then she crossed one leg over the other.
"Go ahead and open it," she said. Her voice was calmer now. "There is nothing there."
Slight calm washed over me. Though my hand trembled a little but I mustered the courage to open the piece of note.
My eye darted slowly, as I read the words on the letter line by line.
Then I looked up at Rosa again. Right into her eyes.
"How does this affect me?" I asked.
My voice came out quiet. Almost a whisper. But there was anger in it too. The fear I'd felt a moment ago was turning into something else. Something hot and bitter.
"That is the letter from Freya," Rosa said.
So? I thought to myself. What does that have to do with me?
I didn't say it out loud, but my face must have shown what I was thinking.
"It affects you, Lyra," Rosa answered. She uncrossed her arms and put them down by her sides.
"Because after my mother, you are the next wolf I can trust in this whole world."
Wow, I thought. Lucky me. Congratulations to me then.
I almost laughed. But it wasn't a happy laugh. It was bitter. Mean. Like when someone tells a joke that isn't funny at all.
But I didn't let Rosa see that. My face stayed the same. I pressed my lips together tightly.
I folded my arms across my chest. Then I watched her mouth. I watched her lips move as she talked. I wanted to hear every single word.
"I am surrounded by fake friends," Rosa continued. She pointed at the letter in my hands. "And one of them is working to make me fail. You can see it written right there."
I looked down at the letter again. But those words didn't matter to me anymore. They seemed useless.
I hugged my arms tighter against my chest. My eyes went back to Rosa's face. To her lips.
I stared at them hard. Really hard. I needed to focus. I needed to understand where this was going.
Where was Rosa taking this conversation to ? I felt I was in a boat, in the middle of a big river. Consumed by the dense thickness of the night.
"So how do I come in here?" I asked.
My voice had more anger in it now. The anger was climbing up from my stomach, up through my throat, and onto my tongue.
"Good," Rosa said. She leaned forward a little.
"I want you..." She stopped talking. She looked straight into my eyes. "To take Caramel out of the picture."
I knew it. I knew this was coming.
Unrepentant murderer.
"She is biting off more than she can chew," Rosa added.
I pressed my lips together even harder. So hard that no air could get in or out.
Rosa stood up from her chair.
I watched her feet. I counted her steps. One. Two. Three.
She was getting closer to me. Her blue eyes were locked onto my face. They didn't look away. Not even for a second.
The room felt smaller now. The air felt heavier. Thicker. Like it was harder to breathe.
This was the last thing I wanted. I didn't want Rosa getting close to me.
"As you can read from the note," Rosa said. Her hand reached out. She put it on my shoulder. Her fingers pressed down.
"My own friend. The one I ate and dined with, " Rosa's voice got harder. Meaner. "She is in my fated mate's house right now. Sleeping with him."
Rosa coughed out the words like they tasted bad.
"Fuck Caramel. Fuck Ryder." She said it loud and clear.
"So go ahead and eliminate that traitor. Everything you need will be provided."
I stared at her. My eyes felt cold. I felt disgusted.
"I should kill Caramel?" I said the words slowly but with intent.
They tasted terrible. Like rotten food in my mouth.